Time shows all,
But no one expected the fall
To come in the blink of an eye,
Sullied is the pure facade.
You watch a kingdom tumbling,
Rivaling the thunder's roaring;
The gold is being hunted down,
As true colors slowly dawn.
He kept harmony and unity,
A force so strong that others envy;
He left and it all becomes history,
Does he still hear the outcry?
It's cold, and warmth is derived,
Cowering beneath blankets of fears;
Fears of broken pieces of the bond,
And warmth comes now from tears
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